Quotes About Resilience

Well, we live by hope.

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.

It gets harder all the time, Bev Shaw once said. Harder, yet easier. One gets used to things getting harder; one ceases to be surprised that what used to be hard as hard can be grows harder yet.

There was a man Who made a boat To sail away And it sank.

Finally, don't waste your suffering. Anxiety or depression can be occasions for formation or deformation, for becoming stronger in the long run or weaker. So do what you can—even if it's a baby step—to resolve to let all of this work together for your good.

Life at any time can become difficult: life at any time can become easy. It all depends upon how one adjusts oneself to life.

There are so many people who do things to you, and you end up feeling hurt and insulted. In doing so, you merely let them drive you. You let them become your masters.

Angst ist der Schlüssel zum Erfolg und der Hauptgrund für dein Scheitern, Angst ist das zugrunde liegende Dilemma in jeder Geschihte, die du dir über dich selbst erzählst. Und was ist die einzige Chance, die du gegen Angst hast? Folge ihr. Lass dich von ihr leiten.

Un viejo bebedor de bourbon me dijo una vez que la vida era siempre cuestión de montañas y de cuevas: montañas que debemos escalar y cuevas en las que escondernos cuando no somos capaces de enfrentarnos a nuestras montañas.

Since when was being tired an excuse to stop trying?

I will not worry about something that will not happen.

A mí me enfurecía que mi madre no tuviera cosas bonitas, y me enfurecía aún más no poder proporcionárselas yo, y más aún no poder decir nada de todo aquello en voz alta, porque mi madre seguía cantando, haciendo todo lo posible por mantener el ánimo.

Siempre había creído que ser hombre implicaba mantenerse firme, pero aquello era algo que mi madre había hecho mejor que nadie.

If things got really bad at Grandpa's, I figured, my mother and I could live alongside Shelter Rock. We could sleep under the canopy and cook our meals over an open fire, and though it would be rough, how much rougher could it be?

Time is a thief, but he's not subtle. He's a thug. And youth is a little old lady walking through the park with a pocketbook full of cash. You want to avoid being like youth? You want to keep time from robbing you? Hold on for dear life, boys. When time tries to snatch something from you, just grab tighter. Don't let go. That's what memory is. Not letting go.

One old bourbon drinker told me that a man's life is all a matter of mountains and caves—mountains we must climb, caves where we hide when we can't face our mountains.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

One of the important lessons for me to learn was having the negative energy move around me, instead of internalizing and reacting to criticisms.

Bread and water will not break me, and if you choose to isolate me, I shall have only but more time to plot against my oppressors.

Where all is fog, a blind man with a stick is not entirely at a disadvantage.

Quero fruir o presente e considerar o passado como o passado. Você tem razão: os homens sofreriam menos se não se aplicassem tanto (e Deus sabe por que eles são assim!)a invocar os males indos e vividos, em vez de esforçar-se por tornar suportável um presente medíocre.

We could have done it at our studios in England, but the movie would have then started off looking artificial," says Kershner. "We decided to go for reality. Unfortunately, it was Norway's coldest winter in 100 years. That's why you prepare for a film as if you were a prizefighter—I ran two miles a day for months before it, because I knew what to expect.

Eestis on täpselt vastupidi. Siin on minevik olnud nii pikka aega nii masendav, nii ahistav, nii ränk, et nüüd, otse nüüd - eile, täna, homme - peavad sündima mehed ja naised, ideed ja teod, millega luuakse meie suurus, Eesti suurus. Ja mina tahan - ja teie peate tahtma - et meil, et Wikmani gümnaasiumil oleks selle toimumises oma austav osa. Ja selle toimumata jäämises oma häbi.

What y'all ladies got to share? Hmmm, what you bitches got?" Aunt Georgia sighed and squinted at the boy. She said, "The Lord loves a cheerful giver, but I'm just not in the mood." The thug moved his hand from his crotch to his scalp, still scratching. "What in the hell's that supposed to mean?" Mrs. Cleveland raised and pumped her walking stick, which, it turned out, was a double-barreled shotgun. "It means take one more step," she said, "and I'll blast you to hell, you ignorant-ass bastard.